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Bituwin -
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Edited by Yours Truly.
Blog Title is E.B. White's famous words, rephrased.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
cowardice.
the referee has granted singapore a penalty after a supposed infringement on noh alam shah. rather than take the penalty however, the thai players, all 11 of them, congregated around their coach who gestured that they were not playing on.
and since the penalty was given at 83rd minute, they are still at the benches now, the 95th minute, insisting that they won't play on.
ah. and finally. 96th minute, now, they're back on the field.
never, and i repeat never, have i seen such cowardice. hundreds of bad calls have been made in soccer, from the great arenas of world cups and champions league to the minor ones in friendlies. but never, have i seen such a blatant insult to the Beautiful Game.
an insult to Singapore, even, reminiscent of the 1998 tournament in Vietnam where in the group stages, guaranteed semi- finalists Thailand and Indonesia reluctantly played, for a win meant facing Vietnam, while losing meant facing Singapore, who was thought of as an easier opponent. What ensued was a draw of 2- 2 at full- time, and an intentional own goal by Indonesian Mursyid Effendi in extra time gave Thailand the win over Indonesia. aptly enough, he was banned from football for life.
irony would be of course, that singapore then proceeded to defeat indonesia and went on to win the Cup that year.
it seems to me that the Thais hold that same proud, even obnoxious, mindset, that they're too good to lose to us, even if its our homeground. regardless of the fact that they have a second leg to finish us off if they so wish, yet they chose to walk off the field in the face of what seemed to them, an unfair decision. the act of cowardice, such fear, translated into irrational pride, reflected how Singapore is always underestimated and also how our team has such character, enough to pull us through the lowest moment. we won this first leg 2- 1, and for the sake of the game i hope we play well enough to win the second.
bad sportsmanship at this level of competition should not be indulged and hopefully, Asean Football Federation would take serious actions against Thailand for such a travesty against the Beautiful Game.
and since the penalty was given at 83rd minute, they are still at the benches now, the 95th minute, insisting that they won't play on.
ah. and finally. 96th minute, now, they're back on the field.
never, and i repeat never, have i seen such cowardice. hundreds of bad calls have been made in soccer, from the great arenas of world cups and champions league to the minor ones in friendlies. but never, have i seen such a blatant insult to the Beautiful Game.
an insult to Singapore, even, reminiscent of the 1998 tournament in Vietnam where in the group stages, guaranteed semi- finalists Thailand and Indonesia reluctantly played, for a win meant facing Vietnam, while losing meant facing Singapore, who was thought of as an easier opponent. What ensued was a draw of 2- 2 at full- time, and an intentional own goal by Indonesian Mursyid Effendi in extra time gave Thailand the win over Indonesia. aptly enough, he was banned from football for life.
irony would be of course, that singapore then proceeded to defeat indonesia and went on to win the Cup that year.
it seems to me that the Thais hold that same proud, even obnoxious, mindset, that they're too good to lose to us, even if its our homeground. regardless of the fact that they have a second leg to finish us off if they so wish, yet they chose to walk off the field in the face of what seemed to them, an unfair decision. the act of cowardice, such fear, translated into irrational pride, reflected how Singapore is always underestimated and also how our team has such character, enough to pull us through the lowest moment. we won this first leg 2- 1, and for the sake of the game i hope we play well enough to win the second.
bad sportsmanship at this level of competition should not be indulged and hopefully, Asean Football Federation would take serious actions against Thailand for such a travesty against the Beautiful Game.
nyehnyehnyeh.
i've changed to the new blogger and i have a gmail account. its amazing the things you get done while procrastinating.
anyway i decided to check my nus mail at this hour and whatdyaknow? there's new mail! even though i just checked it this evening!
and its from USC management... selling flowers. -_-
last week at forum, suresh was accosted by a guy giving out flyers on flowers for Vday. i was in the toilet while he waited outside the forum, and all the while when he waited, the flyer- guy gave the flyers to everyone walking by except him. the minute i stepped out of the toilet and stood beside suresh, he immediately passed him a flyer. "Great Offer! 100 roses for $59.90!" or something like that la. we saw "flowers" and rolled our eyes and he crushed the paper.
personally, i have nothing against people who like flowers. i mean its great that you like it, and its even greater that your loved one loves giving you flowers too. but i don't like it when people assume 1) every couple celebrate valentine's day, 2) every girl like flowers. i, unfortunately, do not have the ability to appreciate them.
and so i can live the entire year merrily enough till february comes close and mush mania hits town. and campus. and apparently, my email account too. i am not averse to celebrating love and friendship and all these happy stuff, i am just averse to flowers (and how it has become so closely tied in to 'love' that it seems to symbolize all there is to 'love'). and how everyone holding a flyer for flowers will hand it to me/ suresh. granted, they are oblivious to my idiosyncracy but similarly then, i am allowed to grumble a little about this mania that befalls my surroundings each time february comes close.
case in point: an acquaintance is actively seeking a date/ boyfriend/ male specimen by 14th february 2007 so that she will not be lonely/ flowerless/ dateless/ romanced- less on that sacred day. mania? i think so. it hasn't become a celebration of love that you have, it has become a celebration that you can have as long as you have someone who wants to celebrate it with you. for that one day. so its not love -> relationship -> celebrate Valentine's. its Valentine's -> dinner -> find dinner date.
its not active anti- establishment on my part... i don't see why people like me and suresh who hardly indulge in mush to begin with should make an exception and be what we're not on this day, specifically. no capitalist, hallmark overriden rants on my part, i don't care. i just don't want people to keep trying to sell flowers to me or my boyfriend. i worry one day he might succumb to pressure and buy me a flower, much to the misfortune of our relationship i will think.
as it is the day the rojak man at al- ameen gave me a pinkish flower- like vegetable and i went (bemusedly), "wow! my first flower in years!", suresh responded with a guilt- ridden, "but you said you don't like flowers so i don't get you any!" "yeah, i don't... and i know you don't like buying them too." "yeah but i would buy it if you want it." "no, i don't. i'm just amused that i am holding a pink flower- vegetable. i still don't need/ want/ like (i forgot what it was i said) flowers." see?! flowers are problematic.
so suresh, if you read this, DO NOT LISTEN TO THOSE VOICES. follow this light and it will bring you the february 15th where people are normal again and chocolates will be cheaper. i still don't need/ want/ like flowers. i only need/ want/ like you. :)
anyway i decided to check my nus mail at this hour and whatdyaknow? there's new mail! even though i just checked it this evening!
and its from USC management... selling flowers. -_-
last week at forum, suresh was accosted by a guy giving out flyers on flowers for Vday. i was in the toilet while he waited outside the forum, and all the while when he waited, the flyer- guy gave the flyers to everyone walking by except him. the minute i stepped out of the toilet and stood beside suresh, he immediately passed him a flyer. "Great Offer! 100 roses for $59.90!" or something like that la. we saw "flowers" and rolled our eyes and he crushed the paper.
personally, i have nothing against people who like flowers. i mean its great that you like it, and its even greater that your loved one loves giving you flowers too. but i don't like it when people assume 1) every couple celebrate valentine's day, 2) every girl like flowers. i, unfortunately, do not have the ability to appreciate them.
and so i can live the entire year merrily enough till february comes close and mush mania hits town. and campus. and apparently, my email account too. i am not averse to celebrating love and friendship and all these happy stuff, i am just averse to flowers (and how it has become so closely tied in to 'love' that it seems to symbolize all there is to 'love'). and how everyone holding a flyer for flowers will hand it to me/ suresh. granted, they are oblivious to my idiosyncracy but similarly then, i am allowed to grumble a little about this mania that befalls my surroundings each time february comes close.
case in point: an acquaintance is actively seeking a date/ boyfriend/ male specimen by 14th february 2007 so that she will not be lonely/ flowerless/ dateless/ romanced- less on that sacred day. mania? i think so. it hasn't become a celebration of love that you have, it has become a celebration that you can have as long as you have someone who wants to celebrate it with you. for that one day. so its not love -> relationship -> celebrate Valentine's. its Valentine's -> dinner -> find dinner date.
its not active anti- establishment on my part... i don't see why people like me and suresh who hardly indulge in mush to begin with should make an exception and be what we're not on this day, specifically. no capitalist, hallmark overriden rants on my part, i don't care. i just don't want people to keep trying to sell flowers to me or my boyfriend. i worry one day he might succumb to pressure and buy me a flower, much to the misfortune of our relationship i will think.
as it is the day the rojak man at al- ameen gave me a pinkish flower- like vegetable and i went (bemusedly), "wow! my first flower in years!", suresh responded with a guilt- ridden, "but you said you don't like flowers so i don't get you any!" "yeah, i don't... and i know you don't like buying them too." "yeah but i would buy it if you want it." "no, i don't. i'm just amused that i am holding a pink flower- vegetable. i still don't need/ want/ like (i forgot what it was i said) flowers." see?! flowers are problematic.
so suresh, if you read this, DO NOT LISTEN TO THOSE VOICES. follow this light and it will bring you the february 15th where people are normal again and chocolates will be cheaper. i still don't need/ want/ like flowers. i only need/ want/ like you. :)
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
tired.
woke up at 7, went to work, ended at 11 a.m. by 10.30 a.m. i was exhausted and my back ached and my gut feel told me the dreaded period had come.
dragged my feet back to my room where i changed out of my waffley clothes and immediately fell into bed. barely woke up when suresh dropped by with a cheesy mushroom puff and when i woke up again at 4.45 p.m., the fact that i had not eaten a single thing since waking at 7 a.m. warranted me not going for soccer. which sucks, cuz i really enjoy training but i think i need to give myself some form of a break.
will have to start studying for the biosem test on thurs soon, but first i'll have to heat up the mushroom puff and actually eat it. i am so exhausted my head actually feels heavy. if i had the choice i'd take it off for now and walk around headless and free.
i'd like to go to georgie's supermart and buy myself some peach tea, or any flavoured water for i have been downing plain water since i woke up. but like i said, head too heavy.
suresh has also gone home for the day, his parents are leaving for UK this thurs and he won't be able to send them off cuz of the play he has to attend for his class (and for which i got free tickets to, yay! survivor singapore!). and since he's going to be spending tomorrow night with me watching singapore play thailand on TV (sadly), he ought to go spend some time with the familials today.
ooh mum just called with great news; i got the sinda tutoring thingy again! whee! they mailed me the appointment letter and all that shazzaz. that is great news. i start 12th feb. and i'm teaching sec 2e/na again. $56/ session, i.e. $112/ week. happyhappyhappy. dizzie, check your mail!
once sinda starts i'll probably take less waffle shifts, we're only required to do a minimum of 1 anyway. i think 2/ week is enough and i'll make sure i take the later shifts, not the early morning shifts which is truly exhausting, given the fact that i fall asleep at 4 a.m. on a daily basis.
i'm more or less determined to go on that budget flight to london from KL come july. i need to see anfield before LFC make way for greener pastures. and besides, since i obviously can't afford exchange programmes (jgrtoigfjregindze godknowswhy uni fees are so frickin' exorbitant, we just seek education, not a cause to rob a bank), i'll make do for incessant travelling to places i could only have dreamt of visiting before. and maybe perth with mum before/ after, since she wants to see aussie too. can't wait!
now i shall indulge in reading CNN, BBC and CNA. and maybe The Star Malaysia even. i deserve a break before the nightmare of studying begins.
oh and i am 3/4 through my alain de botton the romantic movement and its been GREAT. i stop short of calling him a genius but he's pretty close to one. oh and federer called himself a genius. pfft. so that means, he will lose the next tennis tournament. cuz life is like a turbine like that.
Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
Therell be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the northern lights perform
Therell be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes therell be sorrow
Little Green; Joni Mitchell
dragged my feet back to my room where i changed out of my waffley clothes and immediately fell into bed. barely woke up when suresh dropped by with a cheesy mushroom puff and when i woke up again at 4.45 p.m., the fact that i had not eaten a single thing since waking at 7 a.m. warranted me not going for soccer. which sucks, cuz i really enjoy training but i think i need to give myself some form of a break.
will have to start studying for the biosem test on thurs soon, but first i'll have to heat up the mushroom puff and actually eat it. i am so exhausted my head actually feels heavy. if i had the choice i'd take it off for now and walk around headless and free.
i'd like to go to georgie's supermart and buy myself some peach tea, or any flavoured water for i have been downing plain water since i woke up. but like i said, head too heavy.
suresh has also gone home for the day, his parents are leaving for UK this thurs and he won't be able to send them off cuz of the play he has to attend for his class (and for which i got free tickets to, yay! survivor singapore!). and since he's going to be spending tomorrow night with me watching singapore play thailand on TV (sadly), he ought to go spend some time with the familials today.
ooh mum just called with great news; i got the sinda tutoring thingy again! whee! they mailed me the appointment letter and all that shazzaz. that is great news. i start 12th feb. and i'm teaching sec 2e/na again. $56/ session, i.e. $112/ week. happyhappyhappy. dizzie, check your mail!
once sinda starts i'll probably take less waffle shifts, we're only required to do a minimum of 1 anyway. i think 2/ week is enough and i'll make sure i take the later shifts, not the early morning shifts which is truly exhausting, given the fact that i fall asleep at 4 a.m. on a daily basis.
i'm more or less determined to go on that budget flight to london from KL come july. i need to see anfield before LFC make way for greener pastures. and besides, since i obviously can't afford exchange programmes (jgrtoigfjregindze godknowswhy uni fees are so frickin' exorbitant, we just seek education, not a cause to rob a bank), i'll make do for incessant travelling to places i could only have dreamt of visiting before. and maybe perth with mum before/ after, since she wants to see aussie too. can't wait!
now i shall indulge in reading CNN, BBC and CNA. and maybe The Star Malaysia even. i deserve a break before the nightmare of studying begins.
oh and i am 3/4 through my alain de botton the romantic movement and its been GREAT. i stop short of calling him a genius but he's pretty close to one. oh and federer called himself a genius. pfft. so that means, he will lose the next tennis tournament. cuz life is like a turbine like that.
Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
Therell be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the northern lights perform
Therell be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes therell be sorrow
Little Green; Joni Mitchell
apocalypto.
two tutorials, one loaded lecture, and early start at waffleshop tomorrow. i should sleep soon.
but i just have to mention how much i enjoyed apocalypto. it was intense to the very end, i felt involved in the entire movie, i came out feeling like i should run back to PGP from great world city. haha.
i made it a point not to swallow it whole though, for it is not an ethnographic film, its a hollywood blockbuster. though i respect mel gibson's creative ideas and intergrity for sourcing out native americans and making them all speak yucatec mayan language, i think space/ time/ budget all play a part in creating constrains as to just how authentic it could be to the Mayan Civilization. a good effort nevertheless. moving and somewhat profound. love the opening quote, paranoid over the endless hints of the civilization in decline and its parallels to our current state...
shall not think too much now, must eat instant noodles now then sleep. oh and mum got us complimentary passes so it was a free movie on a monday. too bad babel wasn't allowed free passes, that was our initial choice. but no loss i say.
i'll smell of waffles after 11 a.m. tomorrow. heh.
but i just have to mention how much i enjoyed apocalypto. it was intense to the very end, i felt involved in the entire movie, i came out feeling like i should run back to PGP from great world city. haha.
i made it a point not to swallow it whole though, for it is not an ethnographic film, its a hollywood blockbuster. though i respect mel gibson's creative ideas and intergrity for sourcing out native americans and making them all speak yucatec mayan language, i think space/ time/ budget all play a part in creating constrains as to just how authentic it could be to the Mayan Civilization. a good effort nevertheless. moving and somewhat profound. love the opening quote, paranoid over the endless hints of the civilization in decline and its parallels to our current state...
shall not think too much now, must eat instant noodles now then sleep. oh and mum got us complimentary passes so it was a free movie on a monday. too bad babel wasn't allowed free passes, that was our initial choice. but no loss i say.
i'll smell of waffles after 11 a.m. tomorrow. heh.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
brilliant weekend!
i had a FANTASTIQUE weekend. kudos to the Lions, naturally, otherwise i wouldn't sound quite as happy.
saturday was the obvious; lunch with mum and suresh at thai express, baby clothes shopping at raffles city, then to the stadium for the match. got there at about 6.15 p.m., me, suresh and derek, and we got quite the butt ache in the end cuz if you haven't heard game went into extra time then penalties. so we were there for say... 5 hours? holy smokes my butt.
but it was well worth the pain, the wait, the cramped seats (10 of us squeezed into an aisle cuz you know what they say, the more the merrier), the sore throat, the helium- ed voice in the end, getting wet in the rain... cuz singapore won. malaysia. on penalties. they obviously only know how to win the dramatic way so the dramatic way it went. i nearly peed in my pants (and you know i am fully capable of this i have the bladder control of a 2 year old), and hardly saw any of the malaysian penalties cuz i was trying to look from between my fingers with my hand covering my face. lame.
but i did saw the last penalty, which was saved, and the split second between that save and the thunderous roar i was momentarily stunned. we did it again, against all odds. the Lions team itself is indeed the miracle we oft- spoke about and need.
the screaming went on and on, the kallang wave, the thunderous foot stamps... and the, "eh don't angry ah, water must still give okay!" as well as the, "eh faster faster go back wait causeway got traffic jam!"
sadly, we play the first leg of the final against thailand/ vietnam, so if we were to win the cup, we'd have to see it on TV. but i think we have already won the biggest match of the tournament. :)
today was of course, niece's birthday! yesterday at raffles city mum and me got around to buying her a pink top, brown pants and a pretty pretty brown blazer with pink flowers. i will make sure my niece is fashionableesque.
played football with the cousins, took care of babies, blew bubbles, ate lots. i love my family.
well, i'll let the pictures do the talking.
lelah and hafiz and their packed food (-_- really); fahrur and norm (who kept scolding lionel "ritchie" hahaha); suresh and derek; me and suresh with my makeshift nike poster cum sorceress hat.
can you feel the peejay loooove.
me, birthday girl, mum and birthday girl's sister.
mum and dayaaaaah the cutest kid in the world.
mother of the birthday girl with her youngest girl, syafa'ah.
the oldest baby, with an almost- 1 year old baby in tow, and a 3 months baby in tummy.
barney cake!
the most- serious looking birthday girl ever.
family.
aaaaaaaaaand the smearing begins. mum and her sister.
birthday girl and the twins.
uncle/ birthday girl's grandpa.
good things come in threes? hahaha trust me, they DON'T.
dad & daughter.
mum avenged the smear on her sister's eldest son...
who then smears her only daughter.
opening of birthday presents amidst many bubbles.
bubblefest.
the blazer.
baby, meet cake. cake, meet baby. and never was there a happier union.
alright, off to soccahhh now.
saturday was the obvious; lunch with mum and suresh at thai express, baby clothes shopping at raffles city, then to the stadium for the match. got there at about 6.15 p.m., me, suresh and derek, and we got quite the butt ache in the end cuz if you haven't heard game went into extra time then penalties. so we were there for say... 5 hours? holy smokes my butt.
but it was well worth the pain, the wait, the cramped seats (10 of us squeezed into an aisle cuz you know what they say, the more the merrier), the sore throat, the helium- ed voice in the end, getting wet in the rain... cuz singapore won. malaysia. on penalties. they obviously only know how to win the dramatic way so the dramatic way it went. i nearly peed in my pants (and you know i am fully capable of this i have the bladder control of a 2 year old), and hardly saw any of the malaysian penalties cuz i was trying to look from between my fingers with my hand covering my face. lame.
but i did saw the last penalty, which was saved, and the split second between that save and the thunderous roar i was momentarily stunned. we did it again, against all odds. the Lions team itself is indeed the miracle we oft- spoke about and need.
the screaming went on and on, the kallang wave, the thunderous foot stamps... and the, "eh don't angry ah, water must still give okay!" as well as the, "eh faster faster go back wait causeway got traffic jam!"
sadly, we play the first leg of the final against thailand/ vietnam, so if we were to win the cup, we'd have to see it on TV. but i think we have already won the biggest match of the tournament. :)
today was of course, niece's birthday! yesterday at raffles city mum and me got around to buying her a pink top, brown pants and a pretty pretty brown blazer with pink flowers. i will make sure my niece is fashionableesque.
played football with the cousins, took care of babies, blew bubbles, ate lots. i love my family.
well, i'll let the pictures do the talking.
lelah and hafiz and their packed food (-_- really); fahrur and norm (who kept scolding lionel "ritchie" hahaha); suresh and derek; me and suresh with my makeshift nike poster cum sorceress hat.
can you feel the peejay loooove.
me, birthday girl, mum and birthday girl's sister.
mum and dayaaaaah the cutest kid in the world.
mother of the birthday girl with her youngest girl, syafa'ah.
the oldest baby, with an almost- 1 year old baby in tow, and a 3 months baby in tummy.
barney cake!
the most- serious looking birthday girl ever.
family.
aaaaaaaaaand the smearing begins. mum and her sister.
birthday girl and the twins.
uncle/ birthday girl's grandpa.
good things come in threes? hahaha trust me, they DON'T.
dad & daughter.
mum avenged the smear on her sister's eldest son...
who then smears her only daughter.
opening of birthday presents amidst many bubbles.
bubblefest.
the blazer.
baby, meet cake. cake, meet baby. and never was there a happier union.
alright, off to soccahhh now.
Friday, January 26, 2007
i get by with a little help from my friends, ooh.
biosem 12- 2, adam road with dizzie and nehneh, slacked till 5 then training till 7ish. dinner at clementi with wanrong and wenting and ME! fiza! WWF. hahaha. okay lame. i think wanrong and yunxiu's lameness are rubbing off on me.
i think the best thing i did in 2006 was join nus soccer. and visit melbourne. one changed my lifestyle, the other changed my perception. both is a good thing. :)
was good to meet dizzie after so long. old friends are the best friends. speaking of which, farhana where are you? did you leave for melbourne without TELLING me!?
and shapoopoo made it to the finals. i hope williams trash the living daylights out of her. i don't know why i am so averse to her but i am so deal.
federer- gonzalez finals, yes! at least i hope gonzalez defeats tommy haas and goes on to the finals. saw him in action against hewitt and though i like hewitt i think gonzalez played good. so hoo hay.
i want to start reading my alain de botton but something tells me that's not a good idea. but you got to start somewhere... no?
as you can tell i don't have much to blog about but i do it anyway cuz it has fast become a routine, a need to remind myself what i said and did today, a note to recall to some time in future.
i find myself recoiling at the merest sight/ hint of friction, displeasure, discomfort, unpleasantness, tension. i'd rather step back, let it all slip away, to a point whereby i am comfortable again, before returning back to where i was. so don't rush me, don't expect me to recover immediately after a backlash, regardless its magnitude. i am not good at pretending everything is okay, that nothing ever happened, that we are all happy dandy now just because 24 hours has gone by. i don't bear grudges, but nor am i saint. i like my space to recover from whatever the incident/ event/ occassion, and it takes time before i am there again.
same goes for... friends, outings, such. i find that there's only certain people i can go out with/ talk to/ meet up with on a daily basis and not get bored of/ sick of/ etc. i find that being too close to someone too fast or too often makes me feel agitated. after a bout of spending so much time with a certain group/ person then, i feel a need to retreat to my own little nest of solitude and be with myself and those that are so much a part of me. so don't mind my disappearing acts, i'm just not one to meet up with every other week. if you need me though, i'll be there. we all know that.
the closest friends i have are those i meet once a few months. they understand me best and they know i don't need to keep talking/ seeing them to know that we've got a special thing going on. you guys know who you are, and i thank you for those random dates we share. :)
i don't try very hard, so don't. let me be me.
hmm yes okay so that was random. someone tried figuring me out yesterday; are you actually a strong character or are you just obstinate and full of shit? do you actually know what you talk about or are you just a pretentious know- it- all? are you genuinely friendly or are you actually a loner deep inside?
and my answer is i am all of the above and more. its all a matter or perspective, and who i am when with you/ what side of me you bring out. i believe i can adapt myself to different types of people and their different needs, as long as it is something i am capable of doing. i guess that is also why i don't have (m)any close friends who enjoy clubbing, cuz my weekends are dedicated to family and soccer, and i am not able to provide the companionship a clubbing friend would want. similarly for chicks, i am unable to adapt myself such that i can enjoy yakking on and on about men and their habits and quirks and whatevernots. hence, my lack of 'chick' friends.
casual friendships is one of the most complicated relationships i've ever encountered. unlike that of a mother- daughter, boyfriend- girlfriend, best friends and relatives, such friendships often involve such complicated politics, social hierarchy of sorts, long durations and by the time you psyche yourself up to do all the shit you need to start a new relationship, the shit hits the fan and you realize its no longer worth it. which is why sometimes i can't be bothered to make new friends. there is no unconditional love, cuz there is no such levels of intimacy. there is no, or at least not much, comprimising.
basically it just feels like a whole lot of shit to go through and it doesn't end until that friendship reaches a new level, if ever.
so maybe i am a boring old fart who is afraid of change and new people and just feel safer among a small group of people who knows her inside out but hey, that makes me happy.
you don't change a good thing.
i think the best thing i did in 2006 was join nus soccer. and visit melbourne. one changed my lifestyle, the other changed my perception. both is a good thing. :)
was good to meet dizzie after so long. old friends are the best friends. speaking of which, farhana where are you? did you leave for melbourne without TELLING me!?
and shapoopoo made it to the finals. i hope williams trash the living daylights out of her. i don't know why i am so averse to her but i am so deal.
federer- gonzalez finals, yes! at least i hope gonzalez defeats tommy haas and goes on to the finals. saw him in action against hewitt and though i like hewitt i think gonzalez played good. so hoo hay.
i want to start reading my alain de botton but something tells me that's not a good idea. but you got to start somewhere... no?
as you can tell i don't have much to blog about but i do it anyway cuz it has fast become a routine, a need to remind myself what i said and did today, a note to recall to some time in future.
i find myself recoiling at the merest sight/ hint of friction, displeasure, discomfort, unpleasantness, tension. i'd rather step back, let it all slip away, to a point whereby i am comfortable again, before returning back to where i was. so don't rush me, don't expect me to recover immediately after a backlash, regardless its magnitude. i am not good at pretending everything is okay, that nothing ever happened, that we are all happy dandy now just because 24 hours has gone by. i don't bear grudges, but nor am i saint. i like my space to recover from whatever the incident/ event/ occassion, and it takes time before i am there again.
same goes for... friends, outings, such. i find that there's only certain people i can go out with/ talk to/ meet up with on a daily basis and not get bored of/ sick of/ etc. i find that being too close to someone too fast or too often makes me feel agitated. after a bout of spending so much time with a certain group/ person then, i feel a need to retreat to my own little nest of solitude and be with myself and those that are so much a part of me. so don't mind my disappearing acts, i'm just not one to meet up with every other week. if you need me though, i'll be there. we all know that.
the closest friends i have are those i meet once a few months. they understand me best and they know i don't need to keep talking/ seeing them to know that we've got a special thing going on. you guys know who you are, and i thank you for those random dates we share. :)
i don't try very hard, so don't. let me be me.
hmm yes okay so that was random. someone tried figuring me out yesterday; are you actually a strong character or are you just obstinate and full of shit? do you actually know what you talk about or are you just a pretentious know- it- all? are you genuinely friendly or are you actually a loner deep inside?
and my answer is i am all of the above and more. its all a matter or perspective, and who i am when with you/ what side of me you bring out. i believe i can adapt myself to different types of people and their different needs, as long as it is something i am capable of doing. i guess that is also why i don't have (m)any close friends who enjoy clubbing, cuz my weekends are dedicated to family and soccer, and i am not able to provide the companionship a clubbing friend would want. similarly for chicks, i am unable to adapt myself such that i can enjoy yakking on and on about men and their habits and quirks and whatevernots. hence, my lack of 'chick' friends.
casual friendships is one of the most complicated relationships i've ever encountered. unlike that of a mother- daughter, boyfriend- girlfriend, best friends and relatives, such friendships often involve such complicated politics, social hierarchy of sorts, long durations and by the time you psyche yourself up to do all the shit you need to start a new relationship, the shit hits the fan and you realize its no longer worth it. which is why sometimes i can't be bothered to make new friends. there is no unconditional love, cuz there is no such levels of intimacy. there is no, or at least not much, comprimising.
basically it just feels like a whole lot of shit to go through and it doesn't end until that friendship reaches a new level, if ever.
so maybe i am a boring old fart who is afraid of change and new people and just feel safer among a small group of people who knows her inside out but hey, that makes me happy.
you don't change a good thing.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
happier days will come.
and this too, shall pass.
finished and submitted the anthro paper. now to do that biosem reading, then to bed. joy of joys.
went to holland v to catch the vietnam- thailand game. thailand won 2-0 and i had grilled salmon.
okay biosem readings is 12 pages long. URGH.
in happier news this niece celebrates her 1st soon!
and even before that,
this one celebrates her 3rd! or was it 2nd? i'm getting old, i can't even remember my (many) nieces' ages.
oh well the point is its babies galore soon, which is a rather enjoyable break from all the old profs i've been seeing lately.
words words all type of words. how bizarre it is that is has led to so much.
finished and submitted the anthro paper. now to do that biosem reading, then to bed. joy of joys.
went to holland v to catch the vietnam- thailand game. thailand won 2-0 and i had grilled salmon.
okay biosem readings is 12 pages long. URGH.
in happier news this niece celebrates her 1st soon!
and even before that,
this one celebrates her 3rd! or was it 2nd? i'm getting old, i can't even remember my (many) nieces' ages.
oh well the point is its babies galore soon, which is a rather enjoyable break from all the old profs i've been seeing lately.
words words all type of words. how bizarre it is that is has led to so much.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
opportunities.
over dinner at fong seng yesterday he mentioned that he's interested in participating in this year's USP Summer in Yale programme. while i was glad he could go, i couldn't help being bitten by envy.
things like that... is something i will never be able to do. realistically, $2k is not something i can spare. same goes for exchange programmes, Harvard conferences, etc. alot of the global opportunities USP has to offer i've been unable to partake cuz of my financial status. and besides i can't apply cuz its for yr 2's. AND it'll be ridiculous to apply even if i could, cuz where am i going to find $2k?
and i'm hardly one to bemoan my fate. i am rather happy where i am thank you, for richer or poorer. but i can't help wondering where i could be now, if i had the means. maybe an overseas education wouldn't have been entirely overlooked after my A's. maybe i wouldn't have settled.
its the night time again. its depressing. i look at all these nice pictures of yale, and i think of how i could have gone there on scholarship if i had thought of trying and it just pisses me off that i was so narrow- minded back then. maybe not yale, but somewhere. beyond the horizon. but there were so many other reasons to stay, not just finances. so yeah. i should shut up.
this is a very stupid post.
i guess i'll just do an internship in 'summer'. and earn money. and maybe one day i'll save up enough to go visit yale, but never to take classes there, and stay in their hostels, and this and that and all that shazazz.
okay i'm just depressed. its 5.20 a.m.
i shouldn't want so much when i already have everything. but yea.
things like that... is something i will never be able to do. realistically, $2k is not something i can spare. same goes for exchange programmes, Harvard conferences, etc. alot of the global opportunities USP has to offer i've been unable to partake cuz of my financial status. and besides i can't apply cuz its for yr 2's. AND it'll be ridiculous to apply even if i could, cuz where am i going to find $2k?
and i'm hardly one to bemoan my fate. i am rather happy where i am thank you, for richer or poorer. but i can't help wondering where i could be now, if i had the means. maybe an overseas education wouldn't have been entirely overlooked after my A's. maybe i wouldn't have settled.
its the night time again. its depressing. i look at all these nice pictures of yale, and i think of how i could have gone there on scholarship if i had thought of trying and it just pisses me off that i was so narrow- minded back then. maybe not yale, but somewhere. beyond the horizon. but there were so many other reasons to stay, not just finances. so yeah. i should shut up.
this is a very stupid post.
i guess i'll just do an internship in 'summer'. and earn money. and maybe one day i'll save up enough to go visit yale, but never to take classes there, and stay in their hostels, and this and that and all that shazazz.
okay i'm just depressed. its 5.20 a.m.
i shouldn't want so much when i already have everything. but yea.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
SURPRISEEEE!
the surprise is that i am apparently in group 1 for the reaction paper group for anthro class.
the second more surprising surprise is that group 1's paper is due... tomorrow!
once more, with feeling. SURPRISEEEEE!
so cock la put me in group 1 never tell meeee. they emailed me twice, first to inform me that there's a paper due next week, and today to inform me that there's paper due tomorrow. and i thought, "why do they keep telling me this? i'm in EVEN week tutorial, not odd."
well apparently there's an entirely DIFFERENT system for reaction papers. so surpriseee fiza, and go do the readings and watch the film. at times like this i am grateful to USP for making me type so many 1.5k papers that a 4 page double space essay would be peanuts. sort of.
and without this knowledge, i happily spent the day in town, eating chicken burrito at taco bell/ lido and buying books from borders using the 40% voucher they sent in the mail. got two alain de botton's, the romantic movement and how proust can change your life. i'm still hunting for his art of travel and the sequel to prozac nation. and it was so tempting to get the unknown terrorist, but it was still pricey even after the discount. i'll wait for the paperback.
malaysia drew against singapore at shah alam stadium, so let's hope singapore score more at home this saturday; leading to another ASEAN cup final. whoohoo! if its against thailand, i might consider watching the first leg there! hahaha. hell, i wouldn't mind going to vietnam too. any reason to travel.
okay i thought of things i like splurging on, and came up with these.
so basically, this is what i'd do if i had the $___ amount to spare. and by spare i mean i have savings and this is EXCESS moneh.
$1- hands down, postcard from borders. got one today for suresh, a picture of a wedge of cheese on a platter and instead of the usual holes its heart- shaped holes. (: oh and though i still don't celebrate veeday, i saw some nice cards at borders. pretty cute.
$10- a good toast sandwich washed down with their signature lemon tea.
$100- return flight to phuket.
$1000- iPod nano, accessories OR iMac OR a black MacBook. :) and maybe new boots!
$10, 000- return flight to melbourne, hotel in docklands, shopping at DFO. more penguins, surfing lessons, more big cakes.
$100, 000- THAT condo at robertson, or one of those colonial apartments along pasir panjang road.
$1 million- apartment in melbourne, get my MA in creative writing, coaching certificate, write like a whore in my apartment with a great view. whee!
okay enough dreaming and back to reality. i've got work to do. REAL work. and my knee is disgusting! there is a cut OVER the old cut and the whole thing is just disgusting. i possibly have the ugliest knee in the WORLD.
ahh. tsk dammit. why didn't they TELL me i was in group 1?
the second more surprising surprise is that group 1's paper is due... tomorrow!
once more, with feeling. SURPRISEEEEE!
so cock la put me in group 1 never tell meeee. they emailed me twice, first to inform me that there's a paper due next week, and today to inform me that there's paper due tomorrow. and i thought, "why do they keep telling me this? i'm in EVEN week tutorial, not odd."
well apparently there's an entirely DIFFERENT system for reaction papers. so surpriseee fiza, and go do the readings and watch the film. at times like this i am grateful to USP for making me type so many 1.5k papers that a 4 page double space essay would be peanuts. sort of.
and without this knowledge, i happily spent the day in town, eating chicken burrito at taco bell/ lido and buying books from borders using the 40% voucher they sent in the mail. got two alain de botton's, the romantic movement and how proust can change your life. i'm still hunting for his art of travel and the sequel to prozac nation. and it was so tempting to get the unknown terrorist, but it was still pricey even after the discount. i'll wait for the paperback.
malaysia drew against singapore at shah alam stadium, so let's hope singapore score more at home this saturday; leading to another ASEAN cup final. whoohoo! if its against thailand, i might consider watching the first leg there! hahaha. hell, i wouldn't mind going to vietnam too. any reason to travel.
okay i thought of things i like splurging on, and came up with these.
so basically, this is what i'd do if i had the $___ amount to spare. and by spare i mean i have savings and this is EXCESS moneh.
$1- hands down, postcard from borders. got one today for suresh, a picture of a wedge of cheese on a platter and instead of the usual holes its heart- shaped holes. (: oh and though i still don't celebrate veeday, i saw some nice cards at borders. pretty cute.
$10- a good toast sandwich washed down with their signature lemon tea.
$100- return flight to phuket.
$1000- iPod nano, accessories OR iMac OR a black MacBook. :) and maybe new boots!
$10, 000- return flight to melbourne, hotel in docklands, shopping at DFO. more penguins, surfing lessons, more big cakes.
$100, 000- THAT condo at robertson, or one of those colonial apartments along pasir panjang road.
$1 million- apartment in melbourne, get my MA in creative writing, coaching certificate, write like a whore in my apartment with a great view. whee!
okay enough dreaming and back to reality. i've got work to do. REAL work. and my knee is disgusting! there is a cut OVER the old cut and the whole thing is just disgusting. i possibly have the ugliest knee in the WORLD.
ahh. tsk dammit. why didn't they TELL me i was in group 1?
Monday, January 22, 2007
mondays.
exhausted! a culmination of the weekend events as well as today's. went home on friday, walked around junction 8 for a bit with the nehneh, then went causeway for dinner with mum at banquet. forgot that i like the sliced fish soup from the noodle stall NOT the fish soup stall. tsk. maybe i'll try science tomorrow. they might have changed/ improved the chilli.
so umm saturday... was. bumming. at home. tried to get as much rest as possible and did readings for today's classes. sunday was lunch at food centre behind my flat, then rushed train ride down to school for the 2 7- a- side games against sheare's hall and raffles. beat raffles, drew sheare's. came out muddier than a hippo in a limpo. at one point i was in ANKLE- DEEP mud. mistackled, FELL, sploshed, mud in hair, side of neck, EAR, and a little too near to my mouth. and in my attempt to swipe that clean with my right shoulder, i got more mud onto my face cuz my left sleeve was mud- ridden. don't talk about hands.
in the process of that mis- tackle i also fell and cut my knee; the same knee that was swollen 2 weeks ago. cut = blood. blood in mud = disgusting. had to wash it off real quick, coach was spazzing on about germs and dirtiness and jas the beloved year 4 science student started telling me about flesh- eating bacteria that resides in mud. -_-
game- wise i think i felt a bit more lost than usual; i couldn't gauge the space well, cuz it was much wider than an 11- a- side. i couldn't really tell if i was too high up, too narrow, too deep... so yea. but i think iy was pretty okay still, it felt good to just finally get to play on the field, even if the pitch was truly like shit.
then it was home, for some dinner, tv and soccahhh. and tennis! ugh i've missed so much australian open cuz its played on weekdays as well and as we all know, PGP does not have cable. roddick is in the next round, yay! my beloved baghdatis lost to monfils who later lost to... gasquet? djokovic? i don't know. and federer beat a kid yesterday. ivan djokovic which he has prophesised to be the next world no. 1, fedman. and MAURESMO LOST!!!! to lucie something. sheesh. that was too easy. at least hingis is in there. and williams. nyeh to sharapoopoo.
okay so anyway. slept after arse beat man u 2- 1. this, on top of red's defeating chelskians on saturday, made the weekend a SUPERB EPL WEEKEND! oh the goal from pennant was suweeeeetuh. but my favourite is a tie between ferreira's back- pass leading to a corner kick along with drogba's and ballack's miscommunication and failure in the face of natural challanges. hurhurhur. nutmeg your own team- mate. classic.
earlier today was returning to pgp, sleeping, going for class, lunch, change, waffle shop training till about 6, then nappppp like crazy cuz i'm super tired. tomorrow is a free day yay! readings to clear, naps to take, comics to read, and um, naps to take.
i smell of waffles again, as usual. couldn't make myself shower before napping. so now i shall shower, then go eat at fongsengggg ahhhhh. umm yea.
i want to go KL for tomorrow's SG- MSIA first leg but NOBODY can go. kamu semua orang- orang kentalssssss. don't ask me to translate that please, my mum told me last week that you don't fondle balls i.e. my translation suck so go figure. okay wait i can do this: all you people (not going to KL with me tomorrow) suck. :D
oh yes sunday after training i came home wearing my liverpool jersey. at woodlands, these 2 little mats came in, in all their mat glory, trucker cap, thick black frame glasses, etc etc. and they look like their total average age was about... 16? then they sat across me. and i sat ignorantly reading my new $7.90 e.m forster's passage to india. they started whispering to each other and when the train was already approaching admiralty and i got ready to leave, they said,
"macam paham je pompuan ni pakai jersey bola."
uhh, like real only this girl, wear football jersey? BASICALLY THESE TWO NINCOMPOOPS WERE BEING CHAUVINISTIC BASTARDS ABOUT WOMEN AND THEIR assumed LACK OF KNOWLEDGE ON SOCCER.
irritating kids. couldn't be bothered to reply but if i ever i see them again... i probably won't recognize them. BUT if i do, i'll probably umm say something mean. uhh yea. aiya whatever la. they're just 2 individuals who are part of a larger sociological problem; the gendered perspective of the world and how it affects little kids still in development. the fault lies in society. not the two of them. hurhur.
okay la talk so much. i want to eat.
so umm saturday... was. bumming. at home. tried to get as much rest as possible and did readings for today's classes. sunday was lunch at food centre behind my flat, then rushed train ride down to school for the 2 7- a- side games against sheare's hall and raffles. beat raffles, drew sheare's. came out muddier than a hippo in a limpo. at one point i was in ANKLE- DEEP mud. mistackled, FELL, sploshed, mud in hair, side of neck, EAR, and a little too near to my mouth. and in my attempt to swipe that clean with my right shoulder, i got more mud onto my face cuz my left sleeve was mud- ridden. don't talk about hands.
in the process of that mis- tackle i also fell and cut my knee; the same knee that was swollen 2 weeks ago. cut = blood. blood in mud = disgusting. had to wash it off real quick, coach was spazzing on about germs and dirtiness and jas the beloved year 4 science student started telling me about flesh- eating bacteria that resides in mud. -_-
game- wise i think i felt a bit more lost than usual; i couldn't gauge the space well, cuz it was much wider than an 11- a- side. i couldn't really tell if i was too high up, too narrow, too deep... so yea. but i think iy was pretty okay still, it felt good to just finally get to play on the field, even if the pitch was truly like shit.
then it was home, for some dinner, tv and soccahhh. and tennis! ugh i've missed so much australian open cuz its played on weekdays as well and as we all know, PGP does not have cable. roddick is in the next round, yay! my beloved baghdatis lost to monfils who later lost to... gasquet? djokovic? i don't know. and federer beat a kid yesterday. ivan djokovic which he has prophesised to be the next world no. 1, fedman. and MAURESMO LOST!!!! to lucie something. sheesh. that was too easy. at least hingis is in there. and williams. nyeh to sharapoopoo.
okay so anyway. slept after arse beat man u 2- 1. this, on top of red's defeating chelskians on saturday, made the weekend a SUPERB EPL WEEKEND! oh the goal from pennant was suweeeeetuh. but my favourite is a tie between ferreira's back- pass leading to a corner kick along with drogba's and ballack's miscommunication and failure in the face of natural challanges. hurhurhur. nutmeg your own team- mate. classic.
earlier today was returning to pgp, sleeping, going for class, lunch, change, waffle shop training till about 6, then nappppp like crazy cuz i'm super tired. tomorrow is a free day yay! readings to clear, naps to take, comics to read, and um, naps to take.
i smell of waffles again, as usual. couldn't make myself shower before napping. so now i shall shower, then go eat at fongsengggg ahhhhh. umm yea.
i want to go KL for tomorrow's SG- MSIA first leg but NOBODY can go. kamu semua orang- orang kentalssssss. don't ask me to translate that please, my mum told me last week that you don't fondle balls i.e. my translation suck so go figure. okay wait i can do this: all you people (not going to KL with me tomorrow) suck. :D
oh yes sunday after training i came home wearing my liverpool jersey. at woodlands, these 2 little mats came in, in all their mat glory, trucker cap, thick black frame glasses, etc etc. and they look like their total average age was about... 16? then they sat across me. and i sat ignorantly reading my new $7.90 e.m forster's passage to india. they started whispering to each other and when the train was already approaching admiralty and i got ready to leave, they said,
"macam paham je pompuan ni pakai jersey bola."
uhh, like real only this girl, wear football jersey? BASICALLY THESE TWO NINCOMPOOPS WERE BEING CHAUVINISTIC BASTARDS ABOUT WOMEN AND THEIR assumed LACK OF KNOWLEDGE ON SOCCER.
irritating kids. couldn't be bothered to reply but if i ever i see them again... i probably won't recognize them. BUT if i do, i'll probably umm say something mean. uhh yea. aiya whatever la. they're just 2 individuals who are part of a larger sociological problem; the gendered perspective of the world and how it affects little kids still in development. the fault lies in society. not the two of them. hurhur.
okay la talk so much. i want to eat.
Friday, January 19, 2007
that perfect day.
training went well, came back and played basketball, managed 3 chapters of readings and am left with 2 short passages which i'll do tomorrow and i'll be prepared for 12 pm lecture. yay!
shall pee and sleep now. super tired.
shall pee and sleep now. super tired.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
its almost perfect here.
day started out rough; i had to refine my presentation notes for myself cuz i am anal and i suck at public speaking and if i blank out i need to know that i have something on paper to read. so yes. finished everything at about 11.30 a.m. then had to shower get ready change catch shuttle go print my notes etc and reach class by 12.
and THEN i realized my file with all my readings notes writing pad pen highlighter etc is with suresh in his ROOM so more panic. emailed him my notes to print since he was already in school, and told him to print another copy of the readings cuz mine was in the file. rushed to school and made it at 12 exactly.
BUT the prof wanted the presentation in a thumb drive (as opposed to opening it via my email) so i had to go to the comp lab and save it to suresh's thumb drive. while suresh was still printing my readings. made it to class in good time though, and had the presentation. he said "very very good!" 4 times so either he's indulging us or he genuinely liked it. i can hardly care, 20% of this module done, presentation done, no more public speaking for the next... half hour.
yea, cuz next was auditions for the production. went to forum, nearly bought a comic, got a drink, and went to the auditions. which i personally felt went pretty okay so if i don't get it its fine cuz at least i tried. aaaaaaaaand i got signed up as an OGL and Rag dancer. again. 4th time ragging, 3rd time ogl- ing. madness.
today was also a day of bumping into people i rarely meet in school. hasyim, anton, lingesh, jun qi, isabelle. managed a chat or a smile with each so i'm happy. meeting people like this reminds me that school life ain't all that bad.
so like i told suresh, all i have to do is NOT get injured during training later and today will be almost perfect. and it gives me such great vibes, this overwhelming positivity.
Everything is almost perfect here
The reason is coming crystal clear
I think I really dig this atmosphere
It's almost perfect here
corny song for a corny day!
today's word of the day: foofaraw. i didn't make that up. go look it up in the dict!
today all the natural elements of the world are in sync, my hormones are balanced (very important okay, a day will never be perfect if you have PMS), my yin and yang are in harmony and i am this close to nirvana.
say!it!with!me!
HOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
and THEN i realized my file with all my readings notes writing pad pen highlighter etc is with suresh in his ROOM so more panic. emailed him my notes to print since he was already in school, and told him to print another copy of the readings cuz mine was in the file. rushed to school and made it at 12 exactly.
BUT the prof wanted the presentation in a thumb drive (as opposed to opening it via my email) so i had to go to the comp lab and save it to suresh's thumb drive. while suresh was still printing my readings. made it to class in good time though, and had the presentation. he said "very very good!" 4 times so either he's indulging us or he genuinely liked it. i can hardly care, 20% of this module done, presentation done, no more public speaking for the next... half hour.
yea, cuz next was auditions for the production. went to forum, nearly bought a comic, got a drink, and went to the auditions. which i personally felt went pretty okay so if i don't get it its fine cuz at least i tried. aaaaaaaaand i got signed up as an OGL and Rag dancer. again. 4th time ragging, 3rd time ogl- ing. madness.
today was also a day of bumping into people i rarely meet in school. hasyim, anton, lingesh, jun qi, isabelle. managed a chat or a smile with each so i'm happy. meeting people like this reminds me that school life ain't all that bad.
so like i told suresh, all i have to do is NOT get injured during training later and today will be almost perfect. and it gives me such great vibes, this overwhelming positivity.
Everything is almost perfect here
The reason is coming crystal clear
I think I really dig this atmosphere
It's almost perfect here
corny song for a corny day!
today's word of the day: foofaraw. i didn't make that up. go look it up in the dict!
today all the natural elements of the world are in sync, my hormones are balanced (very important okay, a day will never be perfect if you have PMS), my yin and yang are in harmony and i am this close to nirvana.
say!it!with!me!
HOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
4:34 a.m.
good time to go to bed, no?
at least i'm done (sort of) with the presentation. and at least i know he already likes it, so whatever i'm adding is bonus. umm for me him and the good of mankind.
mum! digital camera, FIVE pixels (our current one is 3.2 pixels), slim (our current one is the elephantitis equivalent of a digital camera), and in BLACK, uses TWO AA batteries (ours uses 4), and has 4x digital zoom and video/ voice recording. all that for a great price of $168 only! school thingy. you want? cuz you said you wanted to buy a new one. we can use this current one for travelling etc. and daily/ random use can use the new one cuz its slimmer, can fit into handbags, less batteries etc. let me know. i must call the guy if you want it. its a supersecret underground network of illegally smuggled digital cameras. not.
in other news, i need sleep. AND for all the attention i've given to biosem, i am now farrr behind my other module readings. which fortunately, are all soci. so can bullshit. HAHA. and when is spiderman 3 coming out? i want to watch. i also want the black spiderman outfit. so much more fashion- conscious, this costume. black is the new black and spiderman is the new kate moss.
sleep.
at least i'm done (sort of) with the presentation. and at least i know he already likes it, so whatever i'm adding is bonus. umm for me him and the good of mankind.
mum! digital camera, FIVE pixels (our current one is 3.2 pixels), slim (our current one is the elephantitis equivalent of a digital camera), and in BLACK, uses TWO AA batteries (ours uses 4), and has 4x digital zoom and video/ voice recording. all that for a great price of $168 only! school thingy. you want? cuz you said you wanted to buy a new one. we can use this current one for travelling etc. and daily/ random use can use the new one cuz its slimmer, can fit into handbags, less batteries etc. let me know. i must call the guy if you want it. its a supersecret underground network of illegally smuggled digital cameras. not.
in other news, i need sleep. AND for all the attention i've given to biosem, i am now farrr behind my other module readings. which fortunately, are all soci. so can bullshit. HAHA. and when is spiderman 3 coming out? i want to watch. i also want the black spiderman outfit. so much more fashion- conscious, this costume. black is the new black and spiderman is the new kate moss.
sleep.
ROARRRR until no voice.
well barely la. almost lost my voice, thank god for FOUR DOLLARS plain water. what a rip- off. BUT it was free tickets, so the finances balances out just fine.met coach to get our tickets and then RAN to east entrance cuz match had already started. we had barely sat for 5 minutes and indonesia conceded a penalty. whoopee! then they equalized. then half time. then indra scored. then the indons aka wak kangs equalised again. then this guy got injured, substituted, got his head wrapped in a bandage (very badly too i must add) and then RE- ENTERED the field WITH the permission of the linesman. upon hearing boos from the singapore fans/ the referee's odd gesturings he came off, waited a beat next to the linesman, and went back in AGAIN. cue for:
"OI DUNNO HOW TO COUNT AH!"
"OI BALIK SKOLA BLAJAR KIRA KIRA AHH!" (oi go back to school and learn maths)
"REFEREE BUTA APA!" (referee blind is it?)
among others. i always feel that i am at my most malay (if there's such a concept) when i am watching a live lions' match. on tv also no effect. but in the stadium, surrounded by billions of pakciks and uncles and mamaks still stoked from the glory days of malaysia cup, i become one of them.
"AH GENTEL GENTEL! GENTEL SORANG- SORANG!"
umm roughly translated into "ya ya fondle/ dribble the ball, fondle all by yourself".
which got responded with a;
"NTAH! GENTEL AH RAMAI- RAMAI!"
hahaha. which is umm, "ya la! fondle all together la better!"
but i was trumped by a malay lady, mid- 20s presumably, baby in lap, husband next to her, heels and silky dress, her shouts made even the older uncles turn. so fierce. at one point when the indonesian player got injured and layed on the floor, she shouted to the medics to "AH ANGKAT AH GI BUANG KAT LONGKANG (ya pick him up and go throw him into the drain!" hahahaha. so freaking random. then when the indon fans chanted "indo... indo!" she went, "sampahhh... sampahh (rubbish) !" DAMN LOUDLY. hahaha.
so yes, i had glorious fun. next match; MALAYSIA VERSUS SINGAPORE WHAAHOOOO. excitingableesque match can.
and in other news the hard work paid off; sent the powerpoint slides and research references for tomorrow's presentation to the prof, and he seems greatly approving! he liked it a whole lot, so yay me. and my partner. hehe.
good day. free tickets = can afford $4 water and $5 mini- banner and $2 headband. hurhur.
ok best. i look like a guy. a very scary- looking guy. egads. gottago work on tomorrow's presentation and read script for auditions now. toodleloo.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
explosively excitingableesque.
i am the greatest advocator of budget everything.
so with the advent of budget airlines, you could pretty much say my life is topsy turvied by the possibilities. with return flights to hongkong via JetStar going as low as $116 (excl. taxes), i can now rub my hands in anticipatory glee for the day when oasis airlines (HK based) delivers its promise to fly to Oakland (San Francisco), Chicago (WHICH IS ASTAGHFIRULLAHALAZIM SO NEAR TO NEW YORK ARHHHGHHHH i would willingly WALK from chicago to new york lor and guess what else it snows in new york hurhurhur i am deliriousssss), Cologne/ Bonn, MILAN and berlin. as it is now, it flies to gatwick, london. for a pretty affordable rate.
please ignore the somewhat bizarre map someone was trying to prove aussie is like usa so whatever point is CHICAGO! NEW YORK! NEAR! ARHHHH.
but i'm banking on Air Asia X to do better. launch prices at RM 9.99 one way excl. taxes, landing in manchester. ticket sales start in feb, and you bet i'll be the first to buy em' tickets. i've discovered a BUDGET coach service in london that shuttles between london and liverpool so huaaaaarghhhhh hhhhuuuuaaaargh anfield here i come. Air Asia X also promises to fly to Amritsar (backpacking india here i come), sharjah, osaka and and and and and and and MELBOURNE. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA.
if i could i would KISS the guy/ girl who invented the concept of budget airlines. my life is a much brighter place and making waffles for $5/ hour doesn't seem like such a bad idea if a week's pay could land me a one- way to london. FUH. LONDON BEB.
now i shall calm down and return to my research which is rather enjoyable. i feel so sciencified.
so with the advent of budget airlines, you could pretty much say my life is topsy turvied by the possibilities. with return flights to hongkong via JetStar going as low as $116 (excl. taxes), i can now rub my hands in anticipatory glee for the day when oasis airlines (HK based) delivers its promise to fly to Oakland (San Francisco), Chicago (WHICH IS ASTAGHFIRULLAHALAZIM SO NEAR TO NEW YORK ARHHHGHHHH i would willingly WALK from chicago to new york lor and guess what else it snows in new york hurhurhur i am deliriousssss), Cologne/ Bonn, MILAN and berlin. as it is now, it flies to gatwick, london. for a pretty affordable rate.
please ignore the somewhat bizarre map someone was trying to prove aussie is like usa so whatever point is CHICAGO! NEW YORK! NEAR! ARHHHH.
but i'm banking on Air Asia X to do better. launch prices at RM 9.99 one way excl. taxes, landing in manchester. ticket sales start in feb, and you bet i'll be the first to buy em' tickets. i've discovered a BUDGET coach service in london that shuttles between london and liverpool so huaaaaarghhhhh hhhhuuuuaaaargh anfield here i come. Air Asia X also promises to fly to Amritsar (backpacking india here i come), sharjah, osaka and and and and and and and MELBOURNE. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA.
if i could i would KISS the guy/ girl who invented the concept of budget airlines. my life is a much brighter place and making waffles for $5/ hour doesn't seem like such a bad idea if a week's pay could land me a one- way to london. FUH. LONDON BEB.
now i shall calm down and return to my research which is rather enjoyable. i feel so sciencified.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
lion roar, anyone?
coach has tickets to the game tomorrow, so me and suresh are free- loading. whoopee. who says soccer has no benefits? well no one did but i'm just sayin'. yeah.
i need to do a presentation on a bunch of scientists who once studied animal cognition. their different methods, beliefs, academic atmosphere surrounding their discoveries. sounds fun i know but right now i'm just so exhausted post- soccer.
today's training was particularly rewarding though. for the first time in months i can actually feel my body being pushed. crunches, sit- ups, push- ups, sprinting. gets the adrenaline pumping and all that shazazz. and when you feel the aches at places you never knew exist, it kinda makes you feel, "hey, i'm working hard." i'd like to think that i'm improving, from when i first began. i'd hate to be an average player forever and ever. i don't need to be best but i want to know that i am at least better now than i was before. all in good time.
post- training was dinner with wenting, wanrong and christin. fun as always. soccer has always brought me much joy, so friends who love the game as much as i do is simply a blessing. yammering over dinner till last order and munchie monkey's was closing. good times, i have.
did not go for radiopulze interview however. after waffleshop training, i made a list of things i want to do and must do this sem. commitments that i must upkeep. first and foremost was my studies, second was soccer, and third was waffleshop. and in mid- february, sinda tuition will probably start as well. so to take up another commitment given my schedule is risky, and i would be unable to give my best to each task.
that said, i felt like SHIT when i cancelled the interview and cried to sleep while suresh LAUGHED at me cuz he thinks its ridiculous to cry over something like that. apparently i kept muttering, "i'm a horrible person... i'm so mean" bla bla bla.
weird i know. must be the lack of sleep.
can't wait to watch tomorrow's game though. finally, a live match! kallang roar and all that jingbang. reminds me of tiger cup 2 years back. it seems like such a long time ago. i remember going with farid and the rest of the gan eng seng people... we hardly even talk anymore.
which brings me to my next point; which is a miracle in itself for in case you can't tell my blog entries are perpetually pointless. BUT my next point would be something i mentioned at dinner, which is i don't really bother making very intimate/ personal friendships with people. most of them are superficial ones. not meaning its just "hi- bye" but you know, not the sort you go out with to catch up over coffee etc. i have few friends that i would actually do that with on a one- on- one basis.
and i guess i should start making real friendships now. especially, with the soccer girls. its time i have female friends and its time i stop being so wary of girls. but half the time i don't know what to talk about to girls. which is probably why the soccer girls would be a good place to start, since they like soccer. i should probably avoid talking smack on beckham if sara is around though, word has it she's a huge fan. that aside though, i think these girls are pretty safe. as compared to i dunno what. i'm just very inept with intrasexual communications. ummph.
oh and yes! i mentioned to wenting about london and budget flights and all that jingbang and now she wants to go too. what would be more excitingableesque is if the entire nus women's team could go. most of us are fans of liverpool (ahem), arsenal, man u and such, so it would be rather fun to have a trip down to london and see our beloved anfield and emirate stadium and old trafford. shall discuss it further. but its excitingableesque non?!
i love my new word. excitingableesque. used: "i'm so excitingableesque!" have yet to go into definitions but they'll come around.
yesterday i sat on a BROKEN toilet bowl. its funny now but looking back i could have cut my ass. which might sound funny now, again, but i'm sure it wouldn't be if it had really happened.
flea markets and auctions and whatnots coming up. IMUSTSELLMYCLOTHES. there's too many. pfft. that's a first i know. but selling = more wadrobe space + more cash = space in wadrobe + $ to buy more clothes! the circle of logic is kind to me.
okay i'm talking too much again. must.do.research. nights!
i need to do a presentation on a bunch of scientists who once studied animal cognition. their different methods, beliefs, academic atmosphere surrounding their discoveries. sounds fun i know but right now i'm just so exhausted post- soccer.
today's training was particularly rewarding though. for the first time in months i can actually feel my body being pushed. crunches, sit- ups, push- ups, sprinting. gets the adrenaline pumping and all that shazazz. and when you feel the aches at places you never knew exist, it kinda makes you feel, "hey, i'm working hard." i'd like to think that i'm improving, from when i first began. i'd hate to be an average player forever and ever. i don't need to be best but i want to know that i am at least better now than i was before. all in good time.
post- training was dinner with wenting, wanrong and christin. fun as always. soccer has always brought me much joy, so friends who love the game as much as i do is simply a blessing. yammering over dinner till last order and munchie monkey's was closing. good times, i have.
did not go for radiopulze interview however. after waffleshop training, i made a list of things i want to do and must do this sem. commitments that i must upkeep. first and foremost was my studies, second was soccer, and third was waffleshop. and in mid- february, sinda tuition will probably start as well. so to take up another commitment given my schedule is risky, and i would be unable to give my best to each task.
that said, i felt like SHIT when i cancelled the interview and cried to sleep while suresh LAUGHED at me cuz he thinks its ridiculous to cry over something like that. apparently i kept muttering, "i'm a horrible person... i'm so mean" bla bla bla.
weird i know. must be the lack of sleep.
can't wait to watch tomorrow's game though. finally, a live match! kallang roar and all that jingbang. reminds me of tiger cup 2 years back. it seems like such a long time ago. i remember going with farid and the rest of the gan eng seng people... we hardly even talk anymore.
which brings me to my next point; which is a miracle in itself for in case you can't tell my blog entries are perpetually pointless. BUT my next point would be something i mentioned at dinner, which is i don't really bother making very intimate/ personal friendships with people. most of them are superficial ones. not meaning its just "hi- bye" but you know, not the sort you go out with to catch up over coffee etc. i have few friends that i would actually do that with on a one- on- one basis.
and i guess i should start making real friendships now. especially, with the soccer girls. its time i have female friends and its time i stop being so wary of girls. but half the time i don't know what to talk about to girls. which is probably why the soccer girls would be a good place to start, since they like soccer. i should probably avoid talking smack on beckham if sara is around though, word has it she's a huge fan. that aside though, i think these girls are pretty safe. as compared to i dunno what. i'm just very inept with intrasexual communications. ummph.
oh and yes! i mentioned to wenting about london and budget flights and all that jingbang and now she wants to go too. what would be more excitingableesque is if the entire nus women's team could go. most of us are fans of liverpool (ahem), arsenal, man u and such, so it would be rather fun to have a trip down to london and see our beloved anfield and emirate stadium and old trafford. shall discuss it further. but its excitingableesque non?!
i love my new word. excitingableesque. used: "i'm so excitingableesque!" have yet to go into definitions but they'll come around.
yesterday i sat on a BROKEN toilet bowl. its funny now but looking back i could have cut my ass. which might sound funny now, again, but i'm sure it wouldn't be if it had really happened.
flea markets and auctions and whatnots coming up. IMUSTSELLMYCLOTHES. there's too many. pfft. that's a first i know. but selling = more wadrobe space + more cash = space in wadrobe + $ to buy more clothes! the circle of logic is kind to me.
okay i'm talking too much again. must.do.research. nights!
wafflelosnophagus.
waffleshop training went pretty okay. could have been much worse. didn't really burn anything, or spill the tub of waffle mix, etc. so all in all, pretty good.
no response from radiopulze just yet though, and i don't think i really care cuz i'm a little scared that i might have too much on my plate. but if it comes through of course i'll make time for it.
okay i'm hungry. and apparently, i smell of waffles.
no response from radiopulze just yet though, and i don't think i really care cuz i'm a little scared that i might have too much on my plate. but if it comes through of course i'll make time for it.
okay i'm hungry. and apparently, i smell of waffles.
Monday, January 15, 2007
11- 0.
fierce ah singapore. noh alam shah alone scored 7, and i think khairul amri scored 2, and itmi and ridhuan got 1 each. its like candy, you know? sorang dapat satu.
watched it at blooie's, which serves yumyum food. cajun chicken wrap, served with fries and mother of all side dishes, COLESLAW. mmm. suresh had the grilled veg sandwich which was filling by itself, without the fries and coleslaw. good comfort food for rainy mondays and high scoring matches. :)
can't wait to go watch the game this wednesday! hopefully it doesn't rain, i have a presentation the next day and a flu/ runny nose/ crappy voice simply would not do.
poor laos though, getting trashed like that. as suresh pointed out, it'll be pretty funny if singapore scores 11 goals but doesn't get past this round. which is possible if they lose to indonesia. which is a scary thought.
and now i shall go finish up the reading for thursday's presentation. whoopeedoo.
watched it at blooie's, which serves yumyum food. cajun chicken wrap, served with fries and mother of all side dishes, COLESLAW. mmm. suresh had the grilled veg sandwich which was filling by itself, without the fries and coleslaw. good comfort food for rainy mondays and high scoring matches. :)
can't wait to go watch the game this wednesday! hopefully it doesn't rain, i have a presentation the next day and a flu/ runny nose/ crappy voice simply would not do.
poor laos though, getting trashed like that. as suresh pointed out, it'll be pretty funny if singapore scores 11 goals but doesn't get past this round. which is possible if they lose to indonesia. which is a scary thought.
and now i shall go finish up the reading for thursday's presentation. whoopeedoo.
good weekend?
mine was. ben if you read this, i assume you're back in geelong or at least well on your way. hope MOS was good!
so friday was 2 lectures, one of which was under my beloved ghanapathy hurhur. then anthropology, which seems pretty interesting. i must down some coffee each friday though, anthro films in the dark = dozing fiza.
after that was packing for home, and dizzie drove me and suresh to ang mo kio for cheese fries and drinks at KFC. took train back, and napped till 10. yay.
saturday was biosemiotics reading which is annoyingly mind- fucking. GAH. just thinking of this module gives me migraines. why oh why did i take this one. but i'm not one to falter just because of a tyrannical tutor so i will accept the challenge. and ace that presentation come thursday. YES, a presentation already.
then ben called! and we made plans to meet at 6.30 which became 7 but who cares about details like that. met at plaza sing, took a train down to lau pa sat where we had satay, chicken wings and teh tarik. walked down to esplanade via the now- defunct clifford pier and along the... bay? where the pubs and starbucks is. AND AND AND i made ben drank his FIRST EVER STARBUCKS COFFEE. *faints* like i said, he is a phenomenon of the 21st century, to have NEVER had starbucks coffee. madness! i ordered him an iced hazelnut latte and he said he liked it. welcome ben, to the land that never sleeps. and everything is green and white. :D
from esplanade we walked down to boat quay area where i introduced him to chicken briyani which according to ben, who's tastebuds hasn't changed since our flight from melb, it was a little spicy. umm, right. he was SWEATING alot too as i recall. his tastebuds are another entirely different phenomenon, i would think.
spicy, apparently. hurhur.
then we walked all the way to clarke quay, where we managed to find MOS and got him in the queue. wasn't too long. then mum came to fetch me, and he went off to party. and monday 3 pm, he flies home. hope singapore was good to ya, ben!
really had fun with him, even managed to catch the liverpool game at lau pa sat. as always, conversations about soccer totally makes my saturday so yes, it was a good day.
sunday was general bumming since the busted knee meant no training. rested alot, watched lots of CSI, finished my reading (still not getting it...) then ride back to pgp. then i'm here. now. yea.
news. hmm. got the job at the waffleshop @ PGP canteen, so hoping for some income there. hopefully sinda takes me on again, so income there too. thinking of auditioning for USP production too. monologue. i can try that. and anyone going for that dialogue with yacoob ibrahim come 7th feb? maya, maria, nana, anyone? and umm career fair. anyone? and maria, i don't have film art text lei. never did that module. but suresh has an underground text provider so if you can give me the title i could ask for you, its about $5- $10 less than coop prices. :)
i feel like writing articles for women's magazines. but right now i have to prepare for tomorrow's nightmare of a biosem class. such.an.intimidating.class. bah.
but sures has promised to bring me out to watch singapore play laos on channel 24 at some cafe so that's something to look forward too. boo hoo monday blues.
so friday was 2 lectures, one of which was under my beloved ghanapathy hurhur. then anthropology, which seems pretty interesting. i must down some coffee each friday though, anthro films in the dark = dozing fiza.
after that was packing for home, and dizzie drove me and suresh to ang mo kio for cheese fries and drinks at KFC. took train back, and napped till 10. yay.
saturday was biosemiotics reading which is annoyingly mind- fucking. GAH. just thinking of this module gives me migraines. why oh why did i take this one. but i'm not one to falter just because of a tyrannical tutor so i will accept the challenge. and ace that presentation come thursday. YES, a presentation already.
then ben called! and we made plans to meet at 6.30 which became 7 but who cares about details like that. met at plaza sing, took a train down to lau pa sat where we had satay, chicken wings and teh tarik. walked down to esplanade via the now- defunct clifford pier and along the... bay? where the pubs and starbucks is. AND AND AND i made ben drank his FIRST EVER STARBUCKS COFFEE. *faints* like i said, he is a phenomenon of the 21st century, to have NEVER had starbucks coffee. madness! i ordered him an iced hazelnut latte and he said he liked it. welcome ben, to the land that never sleeps. and everything is green and white. :D
from esplanade we walked down to boat quay area where i introduced him to chicken briyani which according to ben, who's tastebuds hasn't changed since our flight from melb, it was a little spicy. umm, right. he was SWEATING alot too as i recall. his tastebuds are another entirely different phenomenon, i would think.
spicy, apparently. hurhur.
then we walked all the way to clarke quay, where we managed to find MOS and got him in the queue. wasn't too long. then mum came to fetch me, and he went off to party. and monday 3 pm, he flies home. hope singapore was good to ya, ben!
really had fun with him, even managed to catch the liverpool game at lau pa sat. as always, conversations about soccer totally makes my saturday so yes, it was a good day.
sunday was general bumming since the busted knee meant no training. rested alot, watched lots of CSI, finished my reading (still not getting it...) then ride back to pgp. then i'm here. now. yea.
news. hmm. got the job at the waffleshop @ PGP canteen, so hoping for some income there. hopefully sinda takes me on again, so income there too. thinking of auditioning for USP production too. monologue. i can try that. and anyone going for that dialogue with yacoob ibrahim come 7th feb? maya, maria, nana, anyone? and umm career fair. anyone? and maria, i don't have film art text lei. never did that module. but suresh has an underground text provider so if you can give me the title i could ask for you, its about $5- $10 less than coop prices. :)
i feel like writing articles for women's magazines. but right now i have to prepare for tomorrow's nightmare of a biosem class. such.an.intimidating.class. bah.
but sures has promised to bring me out to watch singapore play laos on channel 24 at some cafe so that's something to look forward too. boo hoo monday blues.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
see my baluku!
you see the left pic and its like, okay la, skinned abit. then from a COMPARATIVE PERSPECTIVE as a soci module was once called, you go, WAH! got hump! hurhur. so exciting. okay i think it'll go down soon mum so don't worry. just a bit unglam only and cannot wear berms above knee level. :D
baluku!
so exciting! i fell during training which was INDOORS at the sports hall. then right the right knee just got skinned abit, about the size of 5 cents. but the LEFT KNEE! WAHHHH. so exciting can its like super swollen now like the size of a bird egg! WAH!!!!
its my first time having such a huge knee cap so its quite exciting la. i hit the bone just beneath the knee cap too hence the size of the swelling. nehneh forced me to pour cold water on it which stings like crazy. lucky he never suggested ice. coach suggested going back and icing it (since it was only like an hour or so into training) but i told him it was raining too heavily to go back anyway. which it was la. got thunder everything. so i played on. hurhur.
then now i got BALUKU! WHOO HOOOO.
now i will meet the windsorians to play basketball but i think the nehneh will make sure i don't play. bah.
am also quite hungry, craving for honey stars with strawberry milk, so will get the milk later. ahh. two lectures tomorrow then first week of school dundo. not bad, quite happening week la.
sunday game against NTU injure calf, tuesday training relapse, thursday training knee cap. this could either mean i'm playing harder, OR i'm totally bereft of any safety precautions for myself. many would espouse the latter, but i'd like the believe i'm just playing damn hard lately. hurhur.
okay bball and windsor time! strawberry milk whee!
its my first time having such a huge knee cap so its quite exciting la. i hit the bone just beneath the knee cap too hence the size of the swelling. nehneh forced me to pour cold water on it which stings like crazy. lucky he never suggested ice. coach suggested going back and icing it (since it was only like an hour or so into training) but i told him it was raining too heavily to go back anyway. which it was la. got thunder everything. so i played on. hurhur.
then now i got BALUKU! WHOO HOOOO.
now i will meet the windsorians to play basketball but i think the nehneh will make sure i don't play. bah.
am also quite hungry, craving for honey stars with strawberry milk, so will get the milk later. ahh. two lectures tomorrow then first week of school dundo. not bad, quite happening week la.
sunday game against NTU injure calf, tuesday training relapse, thursday training knee cap. this could either mean i'm playing harder, OR i'm totally bereft of any safety precautions for myself. many would espouse the latter, but i'd like the believe i'm just playing damn hard lately. hurhur.
okay bball and windsor time! strawberry milk whee!
honeyed stars.
did readings while listening to my SoulFix playlist. bobby flynn, damien rice, dashboard confessionals, switchfoot, paul mccartney... lovely.
we were meant to live for so much more, have we lost ourselves
done with readings now. and i think with half the week (or so) over, i can say its been a tremendously brilliant start to the new year. might be too early to say so, but i'd say 11 good days is a pretty safe headstart. i like fresh starts. i like new opportunities, new chances, fresh beginnings, even if its in the same ol' rut. heh.
I have been blessed
And I feel like I've found my way
I thank God for all I've been given
At the end of every day
I have been blessed
With so much more than I deserve
To be here with the ones that love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed
Blessed; Martina McBride
class at 12, training at 5, pee now.
And everything inside screams for second life
we were meant to live for so much more, have we lost ourselves
done with readings now. and i think with half the week (or so) over, i can say its been a tremendously brilliant start to the new year. might be too early to say so, but i'd say 11 good days is a pretty safe headstart. i like fresh starts. i like new opportunities, new chances, fresh beginnings, even if its in the same ol' rut. heh.
Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open, maybe we're bent and broken i know its getting annoying all this "oh i'm so happy come slap me someone!" entries lately, but i cannot even begin to describe how life- changing my decision has been. i feel driven, focussed, i give myself more chances. i signed up for a position on the campus radio, i applied for freelance writing jobs, i look forward to games instead of dreading it nervously, i accept competition, i thrive. they might seem little but each change is something i would never have done before and i think alot has to do with the mentality that- i have nothing to lose now. anything worth pursuing, is now worth pursuing. i want to take risks, take my chances, apply for whatever catches my fancy even if i barely make the requirements. if before i fear rejection, i accept that now, and know that there will be other chances. its really been quite liberating.We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
i wish everyone else could be as happy, as blessed. it doesn't seem fair for someone who has given so little to get so much. so for thursday, i hope everyone has a fantastique over the top beyond imagination kind of brilliant day. :)I have been blessed
And I feel like I've found my way
I thank God for all I've been given
At the end of every day
I have been blessed
With so much more than I deserve
To be here with the ones that love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed
Blessed; Martina McBride
class at 12, training at 5, pee now.
And everything inside screams for second life
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
wahwahwahwahseh.
first things first- pakcik hafiz yang begitu elusive sekali, do you still have any of your soci of family readings? i'll bring the list tomorrow you tell which ones you have. waste money you know print all! i very budget.
today was first soci of family lecture. had some newly- transferred students from SC2205, culture & society. a module i previously wanted to take and now never would be able to cuz dear ananda rajah is no longer with us. rest in peace where ever you are, you might have never taught me, but i've heard so much about you from so many admirers. it's my great loss to have never been taught by you.
sad stuff aside. so first lecture was good. as expected, paulin straughan delivered. long- winded she may be, but still better than some other profs i know. ahem.
before that was gecko with sara and nydia who is leaving for USA soon. words of advice include: don't get married, don't get a scholarship & stay there, don't become a "slut- ho", as sara the ever eloquent linguistics pro puts it.
we discussed the exchange students of before and figured that NUS should be quite afraid that their students going on exchange tend to fall for the uni they're in, and want to stay and never return. cuz not only is this the "flight" of the future generation (if you agree with the govt's opinion that we are the so- called future of sg) its also quite telling of NUS undergrad's opinion of NUS- not entirely positive innit? maybe there's something to be learnt from all those students who went on exchange and never came back, or at least didn't want to.
that being said, there's also enough international students coming in so maybe it all balances out. i don't care. i'm leaving anyway huargh huargh huargh. man i miss that laugh.
today i was incredible hulk at least 3 times.
today i went to munchie monkey's to meet the windsorians, had some calamari, had some of suresh's alfredo, and english breakfast tea. at gecko's i had wedges and earl grey tea. at west coast hawker with my mum, her friend, my aunt, uncle and cousin, i had teh peng, some mee goreng, rojak india, rojak petis and mutton chop. who else thinks i ate alot today?
and i'm drinking lots of tea cuz i've got a sore throat. and i'm coughing bloody phlegm. so drama right? haha but i think its just the heat. and it should be okay now. 4 strepsils and 3 teas in a day should suffice, non?
i'm quite excited bout' this saturday cuz ben, the guy i met on the flight home from melbourne is returning from his long jingbang in thailand and wants to catch up. can't wait to share my news with him. i've got a readymade friend in melbourne!
there's also a soccer match apparently; sg- vietnam. this saturday. and next monday too. since when got soccer tournament one? never tell me!
what else. hmm. yesterday was training. fun! i think i'll miss soccer alot when i leave nus. but if i'm staying nearby i'm sure they'll let me come to training after work. hurhur. and on monday night me and suresh caught blood diamond at vivocity. i should stop crying at these kind of movies, i look like such a dinky sap.
okay a stupid moment just occured.
suresh is holding MY phone to discuss with the windsorians where we're studying tonight. then his phone which is near ME gets a message.
phone: "New Message from NUS Fiza"
fiza: "hey, there's a message from me!"
phone: "hello nehneh gf! i love you!"
fiza: "haha thank you nehneh, i love you too. see, i just saved 5 cents. (pause) HEY YOU JUST WASTED MY 5 CENTS ON THAT!"
-_- just my luck, really. his dingdongness is contagious.
MSN conversation to make the night.
fizusthemissus says:
anyway! i've mapped out the future! haha- i'm going to melb uni to do grad dip in creative writing-> hons in creative writ -> MA
ed says:
DO!
ed says:
good for YOU!
ed says:
it has always been in yr heart
ed says:
long overdue!
like maya and my mum and suresh, eddie koh is another one of the few who's opinion matters to me and advice i've seek for years past peejay days. so all these has been greatly motivating.
so now i must mug hard from the start and get the best grades possible to finish the last few sems with a huge bang. so i must stop blogging and talking so much online and DO MY READINGS!
in case you ever forget that i'm multi- talented. ears AND nose okay.
today was first soci of family lecture. had some newly- transferred students from SC2205, culture & society. a module i previously wanted to take and now never would be able to cuz dear ananda rajah is no longer with us. rest in peace where ever you are, you might have never taught me, but i've heard so much about you from so many admirers. it's my great loss to have never been taught by you.
sad stuff aside. so first lecture was good. as expected, paulin straughan delivered. long- winded she may be, but still better than some other profs i know. ahem.
before that was gecko with sara and nydia who is leaving for USA soon. words of advice include: don't get married, don't get a scholarship & stay there, don't become a "slut- ho", as sara the ever eloquent linguistics pro puts it.
we discussed the exchange students of before and figured that NUS should be quite afraid that their students going on exchange tend to fall for the uni they're in, and want to stay and never return. cuz not only is this the "flight" of the future generation (if you agree with the govt's opinion that we are the so- called future of sg) its also quite telling of NUS undergrad's opinion of NUS- not entirely positive innit? maybe there's something to be learnt from all those students who went on exchange and never came back, or at least didn't want to.
that being said, there's also enough international students coming in so maybe it all balances out. i don't care. i'm leaving anyway huargh huargh huargh. man i miss that laugh.
today i was incredible hulk at least 3 times.
today i went to munchie monkey's to meet the windsorians, had some calamari, had some of suresh's alfredo, and english breakfast tea. at gecko's i had wedges and earl grey tea. at west coast hawker with my mum, her friend, my aunt, uncle and cousin, i had teh peng, some mee goreng, rojak india, rojak petis and mutton chop. who else thinks i ate alot today?
and i'm drinking lots of tea cuz i've got a sore throat. and i'm coughing bloody phlegm. so drama right? haha but i think its just the heat. and it should be okay now. 4 strepsils and 3 teas in a day should suffice, non?
i'm quite excited bout' this saturday cuz ben, the guy i met on the flight home from melbourne is returning from his long jingbang in thailand and wants to catch up. can't wait to share my news with him. i've got a readymade friend in melbourne!
there's also a soccer match apparently; sg- vietnam. this saturday. and next monday too. since when got soccer tournament one? never tell me!
what else. hmm. yesterday was training. fun! i think i'll miss soccer alot when i leave nus. but if i'm staying nearby i'm sure they'll let me come to training after work. hurhur. and on monday night me and suresh caught blood diamond at vivocity. i should stop crying at these kind of movies, i look like such a dinky sap.
okay a stupid moment just occured.
suresh is holding MY phone to discuss with the windsorians where we're studying tonight. then his phone which is near ME gets a message.
phone: "New Message from NUS Fiza"
fiza: "hey, there's a message from me!"
phone: "hello nehneh gf! i love you!"
fiza: "haha thank you nehneh, i love you too. see, i just saved 5 cents. (pause) HEY YOU JUST WASTED MY 5 CENTS ON THAT!"
-_- just my luck, really. his dingdongness is contagious.
MSN conversation to make the night.
fizusthemissus says:
anyway! i've mapped out the future! haha- i'm going to melb uni to do grad dip in creative writing-> hons in creative writ -> MA
ed says:
DO!
ed says:
good for YOU!
ed says:
it has always been in yr heart
ed says:
long overdue!
like maya and my mum and suresh, eddie koh is another one of the few who's opinion matters to me and advice i've seek for years past peejay days. so all these has been greatly motivating.
so now i must mug hard from the start and get the best grades possible to finish the last few sems with a huge bang. so i must stop blogging and talking so much online and DO MY READINGS!
in case you ever forget that i'm multi- talented. ears AND nose okay.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
what a way to start the day.
beautiful rainy days like these means you're supposed to sleep in even longer, and what makes it more brilliant is its my free day. i only have soccer training later at 5. so sleep in i did, on this gorgeous wet tuesday.
then i checked mail. then there was this in my Friendster inbox.
"hi fiza. well, you definitely do not know me and likewise. i actually been a silent avid reader of your blog thru maya's diaryland which is now dead since she's off to greener pastures. oh well, i definitely love your verbal vomits especially when you use those complex and profound jargons. seriously, it makes my vocab a level higher. and always looking forward to your entries even tho sometimes sporadic. but reading ur blog makes my day. hah.
and and, i know this seems weird but you have my 1000000% support in realising and chasing ur dream. ((: how i envy you. believe me, you definitely cut out to be a writer. and i'll be amongst the first in queue to buy ur first book. ((:
well, have fun in school. take care.
regards,
faidz"
i cannot even put in words how that absolutely totally made my day. i can break my ankle at training later (touch wood) and i'd still have a brilliant freakintastic day cuz this person took the liberty to drop me a "i'm right behind you" note. thank you faidz, whoever you are. :)
just a point to note: won't have queue to buy my book one la. like harry potter like that right got queue then must book early all. hurhur.
but seriously, the support has been tremendous since day 1 and with many more days to go i am eternally grateful to all who have tagged, mailed, chatted etc, and conveyed their support. thank you for being happy for me.
now i shall shower up, go change my FBT shorts (of which they gave the wrong cutting) at forum, return cluster mailbox key, eat some lunch then soccer training. already its shaping up to be a lovely day.
These are the days that I've been missing
Give me the taste, give me the joy of summer wine
These are the days that bring new meaning
I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine
Sometimes when the nights are closing early
I remember you and I start to smile
Even though now you don't want to know me
I get on by, and I go the extra mile
These are the times of love and meaning
Ice of the heart melted away, and found the light
These are the days of endless dreaming
Troubles of life are floatin' away like a bird of flight
These are the days
These Are the Days; Jamie Cullum
then i checked mail. then there was this in my Friendster inbox.
"hi fiza. well, you definitely do not know me and likewise. i actually been a silent avid reader of your blog thru maya's diaryland which is now dead since she's off to greener pastures. oh well, i definitely love your verbal vomits especially when you use those complex and profound jargons. seriously, it makes my vocab a level higher. and always looking forward to your entries even tho sometimes sporadic. but reading ur blog makes my day. hah.
and and, i know this seems weird but you have my 1000000% support in realising and chasing ur dream. ((: how i envy you. believe me, you definitely cut out to be a writer. and i'll be amongst the first in queue to buy ur first book. ((:
well, have fun in school. take care.
regards,
faidz"
i cannot even put in words how that absolutely totally made my day. i can break my ankle at training later (touch wood) and i'd still have a brilliant freakintastic day cuz this person took the liberty to drop me a "i'm right behind you" note. thank you faidz, whoever you are. :)
just a point to note: won't have queue to buy my book one la. like harry potter like that right got queue then must book early all. hurhur.
but seriously, the support has been tremendous since day 1 and with many more days to go i am eternally grateful to all who have tagged, mailed, chatted etc, and conveyed their support. thank you for being happy for me.
now i shall shower up, go change my FBT shorts (of which they gave the wrong cutting) at forum, return cluster mailbox key, eat some lunch then soccer training. already its shaping up to be a lovely day.
These are the days that I've been missing
Give me the taste, give me the joy of summer wine
These are the days that bring new meaning
I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine
Sometimes when the nights are closing early
I remember you and I start to smile
Even though now you don't want to know me
I get on by, and I go the extra mile
These are the times of love and meaning
Ice of the heart melted away, and found the light
These are the days of endless dreaming
Troubles of life are floatin' away like a bird of flight
These are the days
These Are the Days; Jamie Cullum
Monday, January 08, 2007
first day of school.
just 2 hours of lecture. biosemiotics- signs in nature. my last USP module. :)
signed up for radiopulze, who knows it might help somehow, someway. bought FBT shorts for soccer. then me and suresh walked to gecko... to see if we felt like eating there. yea, like the atmosphere surrounding gecko would actually make the food more delectable.
"well. the menu hasn't changed."
*silence*
"god. its been the same since i was in year 1."
we went to science canteen where joy of joys, my sliced fish soup resided. unfortunately the chilli thingy isn't as spicy and i wasn't sniffling and choking and gulping down juice like i usually do. no fun. so no sliced fish soup for me till they bring back the good old spicy chilli.
then it was back to pgp for a nap. i'm going to love odd week mondays. just 2 hours, then nap time! even weeks i'd have tutorials before and after this biosem class but hoo well. cross it when i get to it.
no classes tomorrow, only training at 5. maybe meeting hafiz, if he comes to school. didn't see him today since i was fast asleep when he called. heh.
so first day of school was fine. wore my new dress that i got from melbourne, met laremy for brunch (i just had mango juice) at biz canteen where he passed me biosem notes and we chatted about our future. i'm so glad that everyone has been really supportive since finding out about my new plans. it makes me feel alot better to know that others think its a good idea too. cuz you know, i might just be grasping blindly here.
have been giving it alot of thought daily. its really what keeps me going cuz its such a joy to look forward to. i'll be going for the career fair in february too, see if i can secure a place early. been also working out the finances and what is the best route to earning and saving. anyone with suggestions on how i can make lots of money within 2 years, do tag. haha.
i'm considering doing a graduate diploma- hons- masters route instead, but that would mean i won't have a double degree so hmm. still working it all out. at least i know for sure what i want to do, and that alone is a reason to be grateful.
it did cross my mind... what if i had done more research back in 2004... applied then... went there straight... blablabla. but i probably didn't have the financial means then. and most importantly if i had went there i wouldn't have all that i have now, wouldn't be who i am now, and that would be a pity.
so i take the long way. who cares. i'm in no hurry. i'm not getting younger but hey, what's wrong being old?
2006 was a good year, and it brought alot of insight. i've learnt alot and maybe, just maybe, i've grown up. i have a sense of stability now that i didn't dare build on before. i know what i need and i have what i want. on the list of happy people, i'm right up there.
so 2007 better be as good. i've got big plans for this one.
signed up for radiopulze, who knows it might help somehow, someway. bought FBT shorts for soccer. then me and suresh walked to gecko... to see if we felt like eating there. yea, like the atmosphere surrounding gecko would actually make the food more delectable.
"well. the menu hasn't changed."
*silence*
"god. its been the same since i was in year 1."
we went to science canteen where joy of joys, my sliced fish soup resided. unfortunately the chilli thingy isn't as spicy and i wasn't sniffling and choking and gulping down juice like i usually do. no fun. so no sliced fish soup for me till they bring back the good old spicy chilli.
then it was back to pgp for a nap. i'm going to love odd week mondays. just 2 hours, then nap time! even weeks i'd have tutorials before and after this biosem class but hoo well. cross it when i get to it.
no classes tomorrow, only training at 5. maybe meeting hafiz, if he comes to school. didn't see him today since i was fast asleep when he called. heh.
so first day of school was fine. wore my new dress that i got from melbourne, met laremy for brunch (i just had mango juice) at biz canteen where he passed me biosem notes and we chatted about our future. i'm so glad that everyone has been really supportive since finding out about my new plans. it makes me feel alot better to know that others think its a good idea too. cuz you know, i might just be grasping blindly here.
have been giving it alot of thought daily. its really what keeps me going cuz its such a joy to look forward to. i'll be going for the career fair in february too, see if i can secure a place early. been also working out the finances and what is the best route to earning and saving. anyone with suggestions on how i can make lots of money within 2 years, do tag. haha.
i'm considering doing a graduate diploma- hons- masters route instead, but that would mean i won't have a double degree so hmm. still working it all out. at least i know for sure what i want to do, and that alone is a reason to be grateful.
it did cross my mind... what if i had done more research back in 2004... applied then... went there straight... blablabla. but i probably didn't have the financial means then. and most importantly if i had went there i wouldn't have all that i have now, wouldn't be who i am now, and that would be a pity.
so i take the long way. who cares. i'm in no hurry. i'm not getting younger but hey, what's wrong being old?
2006 was a good year, and it brought alot of insight. i've learnt alot and maybe, just maybe, i've grown up. i have a sense of stability now that i didn't dare build on before. i know what i need and i have what i want. on the list of happy people, i'm right up there.
so 2007 better be as good. i've got big plans for this one.
explanations, schmafacations.
now that i think of it there's nothing much to explain. i'm cutting short my stay in NUS, i.e. not doing honours, just leaving with the BA. this is because i want to start working ASAP and save up for my second degree; ideally a BA at MelbUni majoring in creative writing. so if it all works out i'll get to do what i've always wanted and now its a matter of getting a good degree and earning lots of moolah so as to have a comfy life there.
there you go. :)
there you go. :)
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Cliché words of wisdom.
I’ve been trying to justify my reason, no need, to go for this second degree. Trying to explain to myself even, why I so desperately want to do it. Is it really as simple as me wanting to soothe the ego, to convince myself that I am capable of more than just this? The more I thought of it the more I know it’s more than just that. This dream would lead to everything else; the life I want, the job(s) I seek, the way of living I never knew I could have but now that I realize, its all that I’ll ever want.
The other option is of course, to stay. Work. Work. Work. Earn money, get that condo, get that car, have that dream wedding, make those kids, blablabla. Sounds like a dream to most but not for me.
When I see myself in future I see mornings writing my book, sending kids to school, cooking or having coffee at noon, continuing work on the book in the afternoon, fetching the kids after school, teaching soccer to primary school kids in the evening, coming back to cook dinner and spend time with the family. Then maybe teach a creative writing class on weekend mornings. Perfection. That’s what I want, silly as it sounds but I don’t think I can think of myself successful till I get to do all of the above.
It’s a long road to that dream but I’m willing to take it if it leads to that. I’m willing to suffer, slog, and push myself harder here just so I can get myself there.
And that.
It’s hard to achieve dreams, especially when it comes with costs. Real monetary costs, on top of the emotional costs and all that jazz. But if I had all the money in the world, I probably won’t be where I am now so I will not wish for riches. Rather I wish for financial ability to live comfortably, and begin the pathway to my dreams. I’ll put it on hold, suspend dreams for a year or two, till I can afford to take that highway to dreamland.
“For some people, “idealism” may be a dirty word, with all the trappings of impracticality, even the excesses of utopianism. So let me explain what I mean by idealism. To me, idealism does not imply self- sacrifice or being a maverick. It goes beyond a sense of mission. It is a sense of calling, a sense of purpose in life. It is a commitment to that purpose- through both thought and action- whether it leads to success or failure.
p.s: will be explaining more later. now i'm pooped from soccer and i need to nurse the strained calf that was mistaken for a football. :)
Thursday, January 04, 2007
hmm.
Not a day passes by when I don’t think of the situation, or wish for a sign from some higher powers to tell me what I should do next. Every night is spent wondering what if this, what if that, what’s in the future, should I fight for it or just stay where am I and let the winds decide my fate.
Its been easy, to live ignorantly, pretend there is no need to think of tomorrow, believe even, that today alone is enough to keep me going till tomorrow. And tomorrow for the next, and the next, and the next.
Who am I to ask for such? Am I so cruel so as to take away their son, culture and heritage, just so I can have what everyone else calls “happily ever after”? I can’t. when the day comes and they want to know how much I want this, I won’t be able to spell it out for them, cuz as much as I want it, I don’t want anyone else to give up their own dreams for mine. There is no justice in that, no pleasure in that for me, much less them.
And that’s how I know the dreaded day will come. That at some point or another, regardless of how long we manage to drag this out, a day will come for ultimatums- and I will have to give in and give up. And what’s most difficult would be to know that when all other relationships failed cuz we didn’t try hard enough, this failed because we tried our best, and still couldn’t get there.
And maybe the end isn’t supposed to be happily ever after. Maybe it is the journey, not the destination. Maybe the happy bit is the process, the long walk to the end.
Yet I know in a few years time, I’d find out.
p.s: that aside, today was wonderful, thankyouverymuch. :)
p.p.s: guys, check out new coffee joint; far coast @ international building near lido. but if its crowded next time i drop by i'll stop giving tips on where you can have coffee and read without teenyboppers screeching everywhere.
triple p.s: dizzie, i finished lincoln lawyer! not bad at all, for a non- harry bosch. loaned it to the nehneh, but you're next for sure. :) and suresh somehow thinks you should run with us (? i dunno when i said *i* was running but yea) next sem on. let me know, and good luck bidding!
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
whoops.
mr. azhar/ rahman turned off his wireless so i was internet- less the past few days. welcome back mr. azhar, wherever you've been.
so what have i been up to since thursday? well, friday was pj people in town then firr at city hall. firr is the biggestest male camwhore i've met in my LIFE. my god. but he was a good model and i got some nice shots. for those interested, yes he is single, but very picky. hurhur. and he is half mamak. the other half is good old malay.
see? pose and pose until like that. got more where that came from if you wanna see so make your requests! hahaha.
then it was saturday: swissotel with the banana. expensive lunch, magazines at esplanade library, yak and yak. good days.
sunday was hari raya haji, but since the grandparents were out we stayed home and rested. evening me and suresh met up for marche, then it was Asian Civilization Museum for free movies. Bean: The Movie and National Treasure. i quite liked the latter actually, though i still think nicolas cage is a dang old bat. and there was a very fun contest which required us to go through the museum to look for answers. we didn't win, but we did find out random facts, like the Gu vessel from Shang Dynasty is taller than the Jia vessel. hmm.
we have plans to go back there one of these days cuz we didn't manage to look at all the galleries. pity, since it was free entry that day. how often do you get to visit the ACM at midnight, for free?
after that was supper/ dinner at the mama shop near clarke quay. chicken briyani, yum! suresh had... prata. like, how indian. i mean ya its a mama shop but can't you be more... experimental? prata. sheesh.
we then moved on to the Padang where many others were already camped out for the fireworks from Marina Bay. the Supreme Court was a hilarious sight, the steps entirely out of view as rows and rows of human filled up each step from end to end. i've never seen such a sight. near midnight the lights at supreme court went out, and soon the people on the steps counted down. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
everyone looked at the big clock tower: 11.59 p.m. -_-
after the actual countdown, we were enthralled by an 8 minute long fireworks show. bloody gorgeous. took lots of shot, but my favourite was the last one, many many many golden showers that it looked like golden confetti raining down. so so pretty.
home sweet home then it was up and out again on the 1st, picnic with the entire family. head count:
Pak Long, Mak Long, Angah/ cousin, Hasif & Hazim- twins/ cousins
Kak Zilah, Abang Osman, Nina Batrisya- baby/ entertainment for the day
Mama/ Cik Waidah, Papa/ Cik Noor, Didi/ cousin, Syirah/ cousin, Marshall/ cat
Me and Mum
haha so. there was a baby, a cat, a handicap (syirah fell runnig for the phone last week and cracked her heel bone so she's wheelchair bound with her leg in cast). which means- baby food, cat food, baby pram, cat carrier, wheelchair in van.
madness. fun pure happy madness.
got back at almost 11 last night. but it was well worth the fun. dinner was packed changi point food at at the basketball court near changi point hawker centre. we beat the banglas even. open canvas, take out cat, release baby, the works.
then this morning was soccer training, where i managed to execute a trick successfully, and managed 2 sliding tackles. love the game.
napped at PGP as usual, showered, then met mum at KFC for dinner. home now- and mr. azhar was online so yay me!
now i shall do everything else i haven't got to do while internetless. like surf crap sites. whee!
so what have i been up to since thursday? well, friday was pj people in town then firr at city hall. firr is the biggestest male camwhore i've met in my LIFE. my god. but he was a good model and i got some nice shots. for those interested, yes he is single, but very picky. hurhur. and he is half mamak. the other half is good old malay.
see? pose and pose until like that. got more where that came from if you wanna see so make your requests! hahaha.
then it was saturday: swissotel with the banana. expensive lunch, magazines at esplanade library, yak and yak. good days.
sunday was hari raya haji, but since the grandparents were out we stayed home and rested. evening me and suresh met up for marche, then it was Asian Civilization Museum for free movies. Bean: The Movie and National Treasure. i quite liked the latter actually, though i still think nicolas cage is a dang old bat. and there was a very fun contest which required us to go through the museum to look for answers. we didn't win, but we did find out random facts, like the Gu vessel from Shang Dynasty is taller than the Jia vessel. hmm.
we have plans to go back there one of these days cuz we didn't manage to look at all the galleries. pity, since it was free entry that day. how often do you get to visit the ACM at midnight, for free?
after that was supper/ dinner at the mama shop near clarke quay. chicken briyani, yum! suresh had... prata. like, how indian. i mean ya its a mama shop but can't you be more... experimental? prata. sheesh.
we then moved on to the Padang where many others were already camped out for the fireworks from Marina Bay. the Supreme Court was a hilarious sight, the steps entirely out of view as rows and rows of human filled up each step from end to end. i've never seen such a sight. near midnight the lights at supreme court went out, and soon the people on the steps counted down. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
everyone looked at the big clock tower: 11.59 p.m. -_-
after the actual countdown, we were enthralled by an 8 minute long fireworks show. bloody gorgeous. took lots of shot, but my favourite was the last one, many many many golden showers that it looked like golden confetti raining down. so so pretty.
home sweet home then it was up and out again on the 1st, picnic with the entire family. head count:
Pak Long, Mak Long, Angah/ cousin, Hasif & Hazim- twins/ cousins
Kak Zilah, Abang Osman, Nina Batrisya- baby/ entertainment for the day
Mama/ Cik Waidah, Papa/ Cik Noor, Didi/ cousin, Syirah/ cousin, Marshall/ cat
Me and Mum
haha so. there was a baby, a cat, a handicap (syirah fell runnig for the phone last week and cracked her heel bone so she's wheelchair bound with her leg in cast). which means- baby food, cat food, baby pram, cat carrier, wheelchair in van.
madness. fun pure happy madness.
got back at almost 11 last night. but it was well worth the fun. dinner was packed changi point food at at the basketball court near changi point hawker centre. we beat the banglas even. open canvas, take out cat, release baby, the works.
then this morning was soccer training, where i managed to execute a trick successfully, and managed 2 sliding tackles. love the game.
napped at PGP as usual, showered, then met mum at KFC for dinner. home now- and mr. azhar was online so yay me!
now i shall do everything else i haven't got to do while internetless. like surf crap sites. whee!